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An Essay on Freedom One of the pleasures of my summers is to sit by the cove. I access it from a path through the woods, and you cannot see my house, or any other, from this magical corner of my yard. Here I can swim at ... anxiety attachment freedom
Walled Gardens Flush with late summer’s riches, I lay on a stony beach by a river in a gentle-seeming wood. This is a deceptive time in the temperate lands, when the kindness of the sun’s fat rays at noon belies the... anxiety depression growth health truth